Tag: Noon and Wilder

  • N Is For… Noticing / Nesting / Nature

    N Is For… Noticing / Nesting / Nature

    N is the backbone of my studio practice.

    Noticing is how I stay honest with the work — the pause before the next stitch, the moment I catch a tension shift, the instinct that tells me a piece needs more breath or more structure. It’s the quiet discipline of paying attention to what the materials are actually doing, not what I expected them to do.

    Nesting is the reset. Clearing the table. Folding cloth. Putting tools back where they belong so tomorrow‑me can begin without friction. It’s not about tidiness; it’s about creating a space that supports the next round of making.

    Nature is the rhythm underneath it all — the way light moves across the room, how wool behaves differently in damp weather, how my own energy rises and falls with the season. The studio is its own ecosystem, and I work better when I remember I’m part of it.

    N is the infrastructure of a sustainable creative life.

    What are you noticing in your own creative ecosystem this week?

  • M Is For… Making / Materials / Memory

    M Is For… Making / Materials / Memory

    Making is the heartbeat of my studio practice. It’s not just the finished object — it’s the slow accumulation of gestures, textures, and choices that turn raw materials into something with presence. M is a three‑part theme for me: Making, Materials, and Memory, because in my world, they’re inseparable.

    Making

    Making is the act of showing up with your hands, your breath, your curiosity. It’s the moment when the idea in your head becomes something you can touch. It’s not always tidy. It’s not always linear.

    But it’s always alive.

    • Making is the pause between inhale and exhale.
    • Making is the moment your hands know something your brain doesn’t yet.
    • Making is the quiet ritual of returning to yourself through craft.

    Some days it’s a full project.

    Some days it’s one stitch.

    Both count.

    Materials

    I’ve always believed materials have personalities. Wool has opinions. Paper has moods. Thread remembers tension. Tools carry the imprint of every hand that’s held them.

    Materials aren’t passive — they’re collaborators.

    • Wool stretches or resists depending on your touch.
    • Cloth shifts under the needle like it has its own breath.
    • Ink pools differently depending on humidity, pressure, and intention.
    • Wood grain guides your hand if you’re willing to listen.

    Working with materials is a conversation.

    Sometimes they whisper.

    Sometimes they argue.

    Sometimes they surprise you.

    Memory

    Every object in the studio holds a story.

    A scrap of fabric from a dress you loved.

    A spool of thread from your grandmother’s sewing box.

    A tool you bought during a season when you needed something steady to hold.

    Memory lives in:

    • the way your hands move
    • the habits you return to
    • the projects you abandon and resurrect
    • the textures that feel like home

    Making is a way of remembering.

    Materials are the archive.

    Your body is the storyteller.

    Closing invitation

    I like ending ACN posts with a gentle question, so here’s today’s:

    What materials hold memory for you — fabric, paper, wood, yarn, metal, something else entirely?

  • K Is For… Knots / Knowing / Keepsakes

    K Is For… Knots / Knowing / Keepsakes

    Knots bind. Knots protect. Knots remember.

    In the studio, knots are more than technique — they’re tiny spells. A knot is a pause, a breath, a moment where intention gathers itself and says, “Here. Hold this.”

    Knowing rises through the fingertips long before it reaches the mind. It’s the kind of knowing that comes from repetition, breath, and the quiet hum of practice — the soft certainty that lives in the body rather than the intellect.

    And keepsakes? They’re the altars we carry with us. A scrap of cloth. A feather. A charm. A thread. Small things that hold big truths.

    K is the letter of quiet magic — the kind that lives in your hands, your pockets, your practice, and the objects that remember for you.

    What’s a keepsake your hands return to again and again?

  • J Is For… Journals / Joy / Joining!

    J Is For… Journals / Joy / Joining!

    Journals are the quiet keepers of a creative life. Not the polished kind — not the curated spreads or the perfect handwriting — but the lived‑in notebooks with ink‑blotted corners, taped scraps, half‑formed ideas, and the soft spine that remembers your hands. I’ve kept a journal since 1984, and daily since 1995 — a long, quiet thread running through every version of my creative life. Journals are where the raw material gathers. They hold the questions, the sketches, the spells, the lists, the moments you weren’t ready to say out loud yet. They are the studio’s memory.

    Joy is the spark that makes the work feel alive. Not the loud, performative kind — the small, steady joy that arrives when the pen moves smoothly, when the color lands just right, when the thread pulls through the fabric with that satisfying whisper. Joy is the warmth that rises when you realize you’re not forcing anything. You’re simply here, making, breathing, being.

    Joining is the subtle magic that happens when your inner world meets the page. It’s the moment when intuition flows into ink, when thought becomes gesture, when the studio becomes a place of connection rather than isolation. Joining is not about merging with others — it’s about aligning with yourself. It’s the soft click of recognition: yes, this is mine; yes, this belongs.

    Journals teach us to witness ourselves. Joy teaches us to stay open. Joining teaches us to trust the thread that runs through it all.

    Where does your creative life feel most alive — in the pages you fill, the joy you follow, or the moments when everything quietly joins together?

  • I Is For… Ink / Intuition / Imprint!

    I Is For… Ink / Intuition / Imprint!

    Ink is a kind of truth serum. It reveals what the hand knows before the mind catches up — the curve of a line, the hesitation of a pause, the moment the nib meets the page and something inside you exhales. Ink is immediate. It doesn’t wait for permission. It records the tremor, the certainty, the wandering path of thought becoming form.

    Intuition is the quiet compass beneath it all. It’s the tug toward a color you can’t explain, the urge to switch tools mid‑stroke, the sudden knowing that now is the moment to stop. Intuition isn’t loud. It doesn’t shout. It hums. It nudges. It whispers in the language of sensation — a warmth in the chest, a spark in the fingertips, a soft yes in the body.

    Imprint is what remains. Not just the mark on the page, but the echo of the moment you made it. The way your hand moved. The breath you held. The decision you didn’t overthink. Every creative act leaves an imprint — on the work, on the studio, on you. It’s the accumulation of choices, gestures, and tiny acts of courage that shape a creative life.

    Ink teaches us to begin. Intuition teaches us to trust. Imprint teaches us that every mark matters, even the ones no one else sees.

    Where does your creative intuition show up most clearly — in the ink, in the moment, or in the imprint it leaves behind?

  • Gone Visiting! I\’m Over At Delilah Devlin\’s Today, Come Join Me!

    Gone Visiting! I\’m Over At Delilah Devlin\’s Today, Come Join Me!

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    Come join me over at Delilah\’s Blog!

    My friend Delilah Devlin has a terrific blog where she shares her journey with art, writing, and cancer, as well as hosting writing friends. I’m tickled pink to be invited back today, where I get to share some thoughts about writing. I’m talking about writing when the well feels low — and how creativity can still meet you there.

    Come on by!

  • H Is For… Hands / Habit / Hearth!

    H Is For… Hands / Habit / Hearth!

    Hands are the first tools we ever learn. Before the brush, before the needle, before the loom — there are hands. They remember things the mind forgets: the weight of a mug, the rhythm of a stitch, the way fabric softens when you hold it long enough. Hands are where intuition lives. They know when to pause, when to press, when to follow the grain instead of fighting it.

    Habit is the quiet architecture of a creative life. Not the rigid kind — not discipline as punishment — but the gentle, steady rituals that make space for making. A cup of tea before you thread the needle. A deep breath before you open the sketchbook. A small clearing of the table before you begin again. Habit is how the studio becomes a place you return to, not a place you earn.

    Hearth is the warmth at the center of it all. It’s the glow of a lamp over your workbench, the soft pile of fabric scraps waiting to be transformed, the way the studio feels when you’ve been away too long and finally come home. Hearth is not a fireplace — it’s a feeling. It’s the sense that your creative life has a center, a pulse, a place where your hands and habits gather and settle.

    Hands teach us to trust our knowing. Habit teaches us to return. Hearth teaches us that creativity is a kind of home.

    Where do your hands, your habits, or your hearth show up most clearly in your creative life?

  • G Is For… Grain / Grounding / Gatherings!

    G Is For… Grain / Grounding / Gatherings!

    Grain is the language of texture — the way wood speaks through its rings, the way fabric whispers through its weave, the way paper remembers the pressure of a pen. In the studio, grain is a teacher. It reminds us that every surface carries history, every mark has direction, and every handprint leaves a trace.

    Grounding is the practice of returning to the body. Before the brush, before the loom, before the words — there’s breath. There’s the weight of your feet on the floor, the hum of the room, the pulse in your fingers. Grounding is how we remember that making is not separate from being.

    Gatherings are the spaces where these textures meet. A circle of makers sharing tea and thread. A table scattered with scraps and stories. A quiet afternoon where the studio hums with collective rhythm.

    Grain teaches us to notice. Grounding teaches us to stay. Gatherings teach us to belong.

    Together, they form the heartwood of the studio — the place where craft becomes community, and creation becomes communion.

    Where does your craft meet community — in the grain, in the grounding, or in the gatherings?

  • F Is For… Field Notes!

    F Is For… Field Notes!

    Today’s StorySnax came straight from the forest. I walked under the tall trees with my phone in my pocket and my attention tuned to the small things — the way the moss held the morning light, the hush of the trail, the soft percussion of my own footsteps. I wasn’t trying to “capture content.” I was just noticing. Gathering. Listening.

    Julia Cameron calls these moments Flora and Fauna Reports — the practice of paying attention to the world as it is, not as we expect it to be. I’ve always loved that phrase. It feels like a tiny ritual, a way of honoring the living world and the way it feeds my creative life.

    Field Notes, for me, are exactly that. They’re the scraps I collect while moving through the world: a texture, a sound, a shift in the air, a line of dialogue overheard on a trail or in a café. They’re not polished. They’re not meant to be. They’re seeds. Clues. Breadcrumbs for future stories.

    Walking in the forest today reminded me how essential this practice is. When I’m outside, my attention softens. My breath deepens. My senses widen. The world becomes a collaborator instead of a backdrop. And the notes I gather — whether spoken into my phone or scribbled later in a notebook — become part of the compost that feeds my writing.

    If you want to see the moment that sparked today’s Field Notes, the Story Snax is here:

    But you don’t need a forest to make Field Notes. You just need a moment of noticing. A shift in attention. A willingness to let the world surprise you.

    So tonight I’m asking myself — and you — a simple question:

    What did you notice today that’s worth remembering?

  • C Is For… Cloth!

    C Is For… Cloth!

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    ACN Studio A–Z: A Tactile, Witchy, Embodied Creative Practice

    Cloth is where memory lives.

    Before it becomes anything — a garment, a quilt, a banner, a binding — cloth is simply material waiting to be touched. It carries the warmth of hands, the whisper of the loom, the soft insistence of fibers spun into something that wants to hold shape.

    In my studio, cloth is both medium and companion. It drapes over chairs, piles in baskets, folds itself into quiet stacks of potential. I reach for it when I need grounding, when my mind is too sharp or too fast. Cloth slows me down. It reminds me that making is a conversation, not a race.

    There’s a kind of domestic magic in it — the way fabric softens with use, the way it remembers the body, the way it holds warmth long after the hands have left. Cloth is intimate. It wraps, shelters, protects. It’s the first thing we’re swaddled in and often the last thing we’re wrapped in, too.

    Working with cloth is an act of lineage. Mothers, grandmothers, aunties, ancestors — known and unknown — all touched cloth before me. They mended, stitched, patched, wove, wrapped. They made do. They made beauty. They made meaning. When I pick up a piece of fabric, I’m touching that whole history. When I weave, I am following the steps of the generations of women before me. When I knit, I follow a filament to make something tangible.

    And yet cloth is also possibility. A blank square can become anything: a pocket, a patch, a prayer. A scrap can become a story. A frayed edge can become an invitation to repair.

    Cloth teaches me to notice. To soften. To stay present with what’s in my hands.

    It’s not just material. It’s a way of being in the studio — gentle, grounded, and open to transformation.

    What frayed edge in your world might be inviting you to mend, soften, or begin?

  • B Is For… Belonging!

    B Is For… Belonging!

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    Belonging isn’t something I wait for anymore. It’s something I build — slowly, deliberately, the way you build a studio you can actually breathe in.

    In my world, belonging starts as sanctuary: a place where your nervous system unclenches, where you don’t have to perform, where your creativity can arrive without apology. A place that feels like coming home to yourself.

    But belonging is also permission. Permission to take up space. Permission to make things that aren’t perfect. Permission to follow the thread of your own curiosity instead of someone else’s expectations. Permission to be weird, tender, ambitious, contradictory — and still welcome.

    And most of all, belonging is a practice. A rhythm. A ritual. A way of returning to yourself again and again, even on the days you feel scattered or small. It’s the candle you light, the playlist you trust, the notebook you keep reaching for. It’s the quiet agreement you make with yourself: I get to be here.

    In the studio — and in the life I’m building — belonging isn’t earned. It’s cultivated.

    What does Belonging mean to you?

  • F Is For… Frog!

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    Yes, I know, I\’m missing C, D, and E. I\’ll catch up, I promise. My day job had someone quit last week and it\’s been a zoo; her replacement comes on the 14th, thank dog.

    But on to the most important part of this post – FROGS!

    F Is For… Frogs!

    Frogs are an indicator species. When they\’re present, it\’s a sign of the health of a particular ecosystem, and in particular, of its water quality. Every spring around our homestead comes the singing of the frogs, one of my favorite sounds. They have a frog nursery in a seasonal pond in front of a neighbor\’s horse ranch, too; we love to go count tadpoles and watch them grow. It\’s still a bit cold yet for that, but I have pics from last year.

    AND, stay tuned, because Himself (The Noble Husband Man) has given me footage from our trailcam! I\’ll have deer, and bears, and raccoons… oh my!

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